The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Zväzok 2G. Routledge, 1905 |
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Strana 20
... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
... feel How much to them I owe , My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude . My thoughts are with the Dead , with them I live in long - past years , Their virtues love , their faults condemn , Partake their hopes ...
Strana 23
... feel The present Deity . ( xxIII . ) Yet through the purple glow of eve Shines dimly the white moon . The slacken'd bow , the quiver , the long lance , Rest on the pillar of the Tent . Knitting light palm - leaves for her brother's brow ...
... feel The present Deity . ( xxIII . ) Yet through the purple glow of eve Shines dimly the white moon . The slacken'd bow , the quiver , the long lance , Rest on the pillar of the Tent . Knitting light palm - leaves for her brother's brow ...
Strana 28
... feel Kehama's dreadful wrath ? Then were all hearts of all the throng deploring , For not in that innumerable throng Was one who loved the dead ; for who could know What aggravated wrong Provoked the desperate blow ! ( VIII . ) Far ...
... feel Kehama's dreadful wrath ? Then were all hearts of all the throng deploring , For not in that innumerable throng Was one who loved the dead ; for who could know What aggravated wrong Provoked the desperate blow ! ( VIII . ) Far ...
Strana 29
... feel his breast , —no motion there ; They feel his lips , —no breath ; For not with feeble , nor with erring hand , The brave Avenger dealt the blow of death . Then with a doubling peal and deeper blast , The tambours and the trumpets ...
... feel his breast , —no motion there ; They feel his lips , —no breath ; For not with feeble , nor with erring hand , The brave Avenger dealt the blow of death . Then with a doubling peal and deeper blast , The tambours and the trumpets ...
Strana 43
... feel , Grew day by day , and strengthen'd in its growth , Till the beloved presence was become Needful as food or necessary sleep , My hope , light , sunshine , life , and every thing . Thus lapt in dreams of bliss , I might have lived ...
... feel , Grew day by day , and strengthen'd in its growth , Till the beloved presence was become Needful as food or necessary sleep , My hope , light , sunshine , life , and every thing . Thus lapt in dreams of bliss , I might have lived ...
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Zväzok 2 Alfred Henry Miles Úplné zobrazenie - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Zväzok 2 Alfred Henry Miles Úplné zobrazenie - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Zväzok 2 Alfred Henry Miles Úplné zobrazenie - 1905 |
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Adah Artemidora beauty behold beneath bosom bower breast breath bright brow Byron Cain Canto Charles Lamb charm cheek child clouds Corn Law dark dead dear death deep dream earth EBENEZER ELLIOTT eyes fair fame father fear feel fire flowers gaze gentle grave hand hast hath heard heart Heaven hope hour JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Landor Leigh Hunt light lips living lone look Lord LORD BYRON maid Modus Moore morn mountains ne'er never night o'er pale PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poems poet poet's Rhaicos ROBERT SOUTHEY Roderick rose round Samian wine scene seem'd shade Shelley sigh silent sleep smile song soul spirit star stream sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK thou art thought tree Twas voice WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR waves weep wild wind wings young
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Strana 155 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long And the stormy winds do blow.
Strana 411 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Strana 432 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own. When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Strana 546 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine! I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Strana 547 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Strana 11 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's...
Strana 164 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Strana 423 - Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strew'da scene, which I should see With double joy wert thou with me.
Strana 13 - Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
Strana 469 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phcebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'